Iron Seas 03 - Riveted

waistband. His fingers found her wet.
    With a rough groan, he shoved her trousers down. Her drawers went with them. Even as Annika kicked them free of her ankles, his hand slid between her legs. Two long fingers sank deep. Oh, but this time she wanted more. His hand thrust against her. Her hips jerked into a desperate roll.
    She gripped his shoulders. “David. Please, David.”
    His mouth left her breast, found her lips in a hot, rough kiss. “I’ll bring you close first. Make sure you’re wet. If anything hurts, I’ll stop.”
    It hurt not having him. “I won’t stop you.”
    “Promise me.”
    His thumb rubbed over her clitoris. Her back suddenly bowed, body trembling. She clung to his shoulders, shaking her head. She wouldn’t promise this. She never wanted him to stop.
    Desperation made her lie. “It has to hurt the first time.”
    Because it probably wouldn’t. She’d taken his fingers, and there was only pleasure here, maddening desire, a deepening ache. But she would say anything to reassure him. Anything to be certain he was inside her.
    “Then stop me if there’s more than a little pain.”
    Relieved, she nodded. Anticipation and need boiled through her as he settled between her thighs—and a sharp coil of nervousness. Why did he fear hurting her so much? Annika hadn’t worried about pain before, but now she did. Her body slowly stiffened, tense as she waited for him to tear her apart.
    He came over her, resting his weight on his right forearm, his left reaching between them. His face was directly above hers, but he was looking down.
    “I’ll try to be slow.” His voice was tight with strain. “Not rough like this morning.”
    Those three hard thrusts against her. Mine. A jolt of arousal shot through her at the memory, was echoed by a needy throb deep inside. She felt him against her, looked down. Angling his hips, he guided his shaft to her entrance. The wide tip pushed through her slick folds—too far. He slid up over her mound, the head glistening.
    He groaned. His chest rose on heavy, rasping breaths. He held himself still, as if regaining control. After a long moment, he asked hoarsely, “Will you spread your legs wider?”
    She did, aware of the soft prickle of his wool trousers on the inside of her thighs. Feeling suddenly vulnerable, she glanced up at his face. Tension held his jaw tight. His body shook as he lifted back, guided himself slowly to her again.
    Desperate not to hurt her. Taking so much care.
    With his steel thumb against the top of his shaft, he angled the head toward her. He slid through her folds again, nudged against her entrance. His back flexed, ever so slightly. Pressure built against her opening. Her breath came in rapid gasps.
    “Annika.”
    She glanced up. His dark gaze locked with hers. Below, the pressure rose almost to pain and then suddenly became a burning sting, a tight stretch. Unbidden, a whimper of uncertainty escaped her lips.
    David instantly stilled. “Are you all right?”
    “Yes.” She looked down. He hadn’t gone in very far. Just the wide head, lodged inside her.
    A quiver raced through his body. He strained above her, every muscle stiff and his tendons standing in sharp relief. “Am I hurting you?”
    No. It just felt bigger than she’d expected. Stranger, too.
    Her hands slid down his shoulders, gripped his biceps. “I can take more.”
    She watched him slide deeper, stretching her to the verge of pain but not over, it was just intrusive, and odd, and all that she could feel as he sank halfway into her was more pressure, pushing outward from her core as if he invaded all of her, not just this space between her thighs. Then he stopped, withdrew slightly, and she saw the slick moisture oiling his shaft, because he’d been inside her, and she was wet, so wet and ready for him to drive deep. Her body tightened, squeezing around him, and she gasped.
    He froze. “Stop?”
    “No. Oh, no.” She raised her hips with a deep, needy moan, pushing herself up and forcing him deeper. “David. More.”
    Bracing both hands beside her shoulders, he rocked against her, each shallow thrust sinking farther into her, until he was locked against her, deep, so deep, he couldn’t go any deeper until her back arched and her thigh dragged up over his hip, and then he was. Annika cried his name on a sobbing breath. Her inner muscles clenched around his thick shaft, unbearably full and tight inside her.
    With a tortured moan, he drew back. She writhed as